Sherlock Holmes & the Silver Cord

"I speak of magic, Mr. Holmes."Poor Mr. Percy Simmons, leader of London's Theosophical Order of Odic Forces, stands upon the hearth rug of 221B Baker Street, slowly mangling his hat brim through ill-concealed distress. His is not a case which Mr. Sherlock Holmes would ordinarily take up. Nor is Mr. Simmons a person with whom the detective would ordinarily choose to work, what with his case being connected with that of another client for whom Holmes must maintain the professional discretion of silence.These are not ordinary times, however. And when, in his next breath, the dedicated occultist evokes the idea of good and evil, Holmes is seized with curiosity. The call of something fantastical, something other than the commonplace crime, sounds a note within in his soul. For Sherlock has longed for peace; had spent three years in search of answers, in search of some reasonable, logical explanation of how the universe works. This while the world thought him dead. This while, for all intents, constructions, and purposes, he was dead.But, six months ago, Sherlock Holmes returned to Baker Street, declared himself alive to friend and foe alike, took up his old rooms, his profession, and his partnership with Dr. J. Watson. Only to still be haunted by the question of: Why?Why good? Why evil? Why had Holmes survived when his enemy had not? And to what purpose?